N.W.B.
Beazus
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Suckin' my dick, I know it cost a grip Man, niggas was broke (Yah) Yah, aye (Okay) This was 2019, I was only 19 (Like, give me some of your energy) Yah, aye, yuh, aye Niggas was, yah, niggas was, yah Niggas was broke, I was sleepin' on the floor of my homies Hated by they hoes Niggas was broke, sellin' soap and kickin' doors God is needed, nothing more Niggas was broke, sharing food and sharing clothes Count your money, smoke your dope Niggas was broke, living homeless finna croak I need a sign, not a loan People laughing at me cause I'm on the side of the road (Talk yo shit boy) Couldn't pull no shorties cause the dirt stains in my clothes (Talk yo shit boy) Going job to job cause I ain't slaving, selling souls (Talk yo shit boy) Lost my car, lost my job, lost my bitch, my heart is cold Please man, I don't wanna live like this Watching police go deal with the violence All my friends good, scam for the profit I chose the legal way, one of a prophet As you can see though, my life they want off it Better run, if the D boys they pop shit Or you'll be in all black, nothing gothic Tryna run from my city, so toxic (Gang, gang, gang) Broke Phi Broke, bitch I ain't got it (Broke) Love so lost, date in a locket (Lost) Trust no soul, blade in my pocket (Gang, gang, gang) Wanna go home, red boots and they knockin Broke Phi Broke, bitch I ain't got it (Yuh, oh my god) Love so lost, date in a locket (Bitch I'm broke, f*ck with me) Trust no soul, blade in my pocket (Yuh, swear to god, bitch I'm broke) Wanna go home, red boots and they knockin (F*ck with me) Niggas was broke, I was sleeping on the floor of my homies Hated by they hoes Niggas was broke, sellin' soap and kickin' doors God is needed, nothing more Niggas was broke, sharing food and sharing clothes Count your money, smoke your dope Niggas was broke, living homeless finna croak I need a sign, not a loan I might be homeless and making plays But your bitch still wanna touch me Crackers and water for lunch and dinner Might get a pizza if lucky Beazus be rocking his green for days So you might think that he lucky I can't wait 'til I can dwell on these days Thank god that I was so lucky Ren cut the beat my nigga Niggas think I switched up, how sad Cut it like fabric and let 'em be mad I been on my, ass for weeks Hustlin' runnin' Nikes on my feet Get a new bitch and these niggas hate me Quit a damn job everybody hate me Don't even know if my parents hate me Goddamn, got a lot on my chest Before this, I was in bed for months Never moved, niggas called me depressed Skin is taking the biggest toll cause my life is falling And I'm flooded with stress Momma got no job, daddy can't sleep Brother make shit on his own Baby brother got autism, got bigger issues Than a shot of patron I got the mic so I let it all out I don't wanna spill no feelings over the phone I'm raging, I'm trying, I'm meant for something I know I got talent, ain't never bluffing Making music with no money, no laptop Writing verses while my wheels is on asphalt And I got a whole lot more shit coming bitch
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